“Tapsee appeared in the doorway. She was wearing silk pajamas — pale blue, clearly expensive, the kind that had a matching robe you were supposed to wear but she hadn't bothered. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, dark and thick, not the sleek blow-dried curtain from yesterday but the real thing — slightly wavy, slightly frizzy from the humidity. Without makeup, she looked younger. And older at the same time. Tired. Dark circles that concealer usually hid were visible now, purple-grey shadows under her eyes like bruises.”